Likes: Camping out in a forest, or in the mountains without a soul within miles. I like the quiet of being away from civilization more than anything else. I love musty old books, how they smell and feel. Love listening to Celtic music or Alternative rock. Love writing my own stories that I keep to myself. , Most of all, I love the few friends I've been able to keep. Im not the most outgoing and social of people. Though Im friendly enough.

Dislikes: Where do I begin without stating the obvious. The world is full of wrongs and people whose opinions making them happen. Personally, those who despoil mother nature, new agers who turned paganism and Wicca into an industry. We have to remember for every one of us, there is a snakeoil salesman who are selling our way of life for money. When it comes down to it, we are involved in this because this is our culture, our way. And we are forced to tolerate those who know less than us about, our beliefs, representing us in the public. Only 250 strokes eh, damn.

Skorlsun's Profile...My story began when I was fourteen years old, we were visiting one of my fathers relatives in northernmost part of Sweden, near the Finnish border.I was exploring the attic of my father's cousin's house. Wedged inside an old trunk i found a small, tattered book. 'Twas what people in the old days called a 'black bible', a shaman's spellbook, filled with folk magic, remedies an anecdotes. I thumbed through its pages in the car on the way home, but it was the generous borrowing of cabalistic circles on its pages that sparked my interest in the occult. But it weren't until years later I read through its pages... I wasn't the spiritualist I am today, I became obsessed or nearly so to commit my first act of magic. I spent every coin I had purchasing every book on ritual magic i could get my hands on, focusing heavily on kabbalah and hermetic theory. It was at the age of seventeen that I tried my hand at practice, and failed utterly. I put my books and implements away, thinking that I had completely lost myself in a load of rubbish. I did my best to all thoughts and trappings of the occult from my home.It wasnt until my 23rd birthday that the wind changed its direction, and I hit the ground running... I was sitting at the bank of a small river that runs through the southern part of Stockholm. Staring at the open sky it was a nice, sunny day for a change. I was dipping my hand into the water, thinking on the intricacies of the element. Without thinking I was speaking the words of an old cant I had gotten from old retired vitki I knew from years ago. As I was reciting the words the sky darkened and until the sun was no longer visible. And it started raining. My mind cleared and I realized what had happened. The one thing that had eluded me now was a part of me, what other sorcerers had spoken about, the 'raising of consciousness' was clear to me. The logical part of me quickly asserted itself, trying to dissect the whole matter, to find some small flaw in what I had experienced. Fear set in, I dreaded that I would never be able to bring that elusive ability brought in play by a simple feeling... I went home and tried very hard to remember the mechanics of my incantation that brought down rain. Still my mind finally drew a blank, and I was very bitter. Early next day I went to see my old friend Pasi, a Finnish vitki, I had ignored for so long and who I now supplicated for advice. I guess something in my voice or story moved him. Because the old man took a deep breath and began to lecturing about how vitki shamans achieved this state through various means. He also explained that the real reason behind my failures and random success was because I was a theorist, he explained that pagans value experience above all else, and that as long as I allowed my fear to control me, I was'nt going to amount to anything. He said that people learn by necessity, and that magic was about change, often needing circumstances to get us where we needed to get going, most people had to be forced to learn, and the craft was the rule, not the exception of this. From that point on, I became a practitioner of sorcery. And that my story. Casting it still makes my legs wobbly an stomach feel like its full of ice. But Im still walking the path.And that's my story in a nutshell.

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